I must not be a clog, to drag you down in your course.

Take this, and farewell; and remember that you once had a friend called Argemone.' She put into his hands a little Bible.

He took it, and laid it down on the table.
For a minute he stood silent and rooted to the spot.

Disappointment, shame, rage, hatred, all boiled up madly within him.

The bitterest insults rose to his lips--'Flirt, cold-hearted pedant, fanatic!' but they sank again unspoken, as he looked into the celestial azure of those eyes, calm and pure as a soft evening sky.